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13 December 2011

100 Word Post : Storm


I can see her struggling, pushing desperately against the wind. She looks like a tiny mushroom fighting her way across the park. Her umbrella wobbles and dances quickly to the left. The trees bow to her as she passes and the rain teases her with slaps and showers. The wind pulls her puppet strings until she loses control of her feet. The umbrella flips sporadically and a gust whips up her skirt. I can’t see, but I wonder if under her hood she is laughing, or perhaps she’s blindly cursing the storm, angry at how it got her this time.

8 comments:

  1. Lovely post; very topical given the windy weather.

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  2. Your description reminds me of some the thunderstorms that kick up around here in summer.

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  3. Gosh. I hope she was laughing. Attitude is everything.

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  4. A lovely post. You do a great job of catching a scene.

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  5. I have been that girl...I was laughing!
    Loved your post!

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  6. And that's why I hate umbrellas...
    Smashing piece.

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  7. Beautiful description and as Sharon says this is why I've given up on umbrellas.

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